for a golden holiday

the relationship

legs

an apple and a stone

i was thinking of picking up a stone since last saturday.

note no.6 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together. The sadness was form, the happiness is content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.

note no.5 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

'Missions are stupid, Tereza. I have no mission. No one has. And it's a terrific relief to realize you're free, free of all missions.'

note no.4 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us.

note no.3 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

...a life based on repetition. and he expected the sam from them.
...happiness is longing for repetition.

note no.2 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

Betrayal. From tender youth we are told by father and teacher that betrayal is the mostheinous offence imaginable. But what is betrayal? Betrayal means breaking ranks. Betrayal means breaking ranks and going off into the unknown. Sabina knew of nothing more magnificent than going off into the unknown.
Though a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, she was not allowed to paint like Picasso. It was the period when so-called socialist realism was prescribed and the school manufactured portraits of Communist statemen. Her longing for betray her farther remained unsatisfied: Communism was merely another father, a father equally strict and limited, a father who forbade her love (the times were puritanical) and Picasso, too. And if she married a second-rate actor, it was only because he had a reputation for being eccentric and unacceptable to both fathers.
Then her mother died. The day following her returns to Prague from the funeral, she received a telegram saying her that her father had taken his life out of grief.
Suddenly she felt pangs of conscience: was it really so terrible that her father had painted vases filled with roses and hated Picasso? Was it really reprehensible that he was afraid of his fourteen-year-old daughter's coming home pregnant? Was it really so laughable that he could not go on living without his wife?
And again she felt a longing to betray: betray her own betrayal. She announced to her husband (whom she now considered a difficult drunk rather than an eccentric) that she was leaving him.
But if we betray B., for whom we betrayed A., it does not necessarily follow that we have placated A. The life of a divorcee-painter did not in the least resemble the life of the parents she had betrayed. The first betrayal is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further betrayals, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal.

note no.1 from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

... She began to teeter as she walked, fell almost daily, bumped into things or, at the very least, dropped objects.
She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo.

dead tulips

today's learning

1. forgetting takes no minutes

2. there is always outside

3. excitment and pleasure live shorter than i remembered

sometimes i don't remember what i took

oh coral

a fish

hand drawn type

a beautiful dream

i haven't had any dream for a while
dead dead sleep
but the sleep was so dead like not existing
tomorrow begins without pause
and i live another yesterday

on my way back home
i use different routes everyday
but they don't get remembered
without any landmark
i pass the roads

the day before yesterday
i had a beautiful dream
i was somewhere else with somebody else
somebody i never met
i was very happy like my heart jumping
i felt so alive
i tried my best not to forget the dream

but now i only remember that i tried
so that i repeated whole situation again and again

soon i'm not even going to remember that i was happy,
that i tried and that i repeated
and i'll live another yesterday
without dreams
with dead sleeps

d

all petals on my face
densing the breath
i don't feel my limbs
no light
my flesh lose the border

come!

Handmade & Bound

THE AFFORDABLE LONDON BOOK-ART & ZINE FAIR

Sunday 1 November 2009
12 - 6pm
Free entry
Nearest tube: Euston

St Aloysius Social Club
20 Phoenix Road, London NW1

For more information: www.handmadeandbound.com

Directions: Turn left when you come out of Euston station, walk down Eversholt Street (towards Camden) until you come to Phoenix Road on your right. St Aloysius Social Club is underneath the church on the corner of Eversholt Street and Phoenix Road.

o

force

no-daydream-lover

i liked you
without imagination
without hallucination
without tomorrow
without a moment gap

you are so bare
like my dead toe

i like you with your presence

i maybe drunken
my no-daydream-lover

i miss your presence

the house the mountain

i want to go back to the mountain where i was living when i was 5.
watching a watermelon grows
waiting till bitter sharonfruits get sweet on the shelf next to my toothbrush
picking up some thorny pollens of chestnut
stepping on the softness of overgrown weed
listening to the bus passing over the creek
under my heavy duvet waiting to sleep in the fulfilled thick dark night

i was learning how to read
circling the letters i couldn't read on my fairytale books

i don't remember what i was thinking
but i remember that afternoon sitting alone on the veranda waiting my granny to come back

stripes

Platform A+A

PLATFORM A+A

Date : 16th. Sep. Wendsday 3PM

Venue : cafe Hurwundeki / 299 Cambridge Heath Road, London E2 9HA

Artist : Moon Kim / Illustrator, Type-face artist

Cafe Hurwundeki is located right next to Cambridge Heath Station. It has a playground space in front of cafe.

Pls come bit ealier and enjoy wonderful atmostphere of cafe Hurwundeki. You can have the best Cappuccino in London!

Will see you, and let's have a great time with artist and great people.

Regards,

Joan Hee-Jhong MYUNG

PLATFORM A+A Project Manager, Visual Communicator

PLATFORM A+A is part of my MA Design Studies thesis project at Central St. Martins. PLATFORM A+A is designed in part to be a new bridge for which to strengthen the relationship between Art/Artist and Audiences. The Art program part of the experience is that an artist is given the chance to have in person dialogue with audiences by presenting artworks in addition to sharing concept/idea as a promotion. Audiences would get chances to be closer to Art area as well as getting in touch with their alternate expressive side that they used as a child.

PLATFORM A+A allows both artist and audience to connect and appreciate art in our daily lives. In the hopes of making it a bigger part in our social lives.

a is not b

a is olive oil

a is olive oil
b is oyster sauce
c is dashi
d is crushed pepper
e is salt
f is sugar
g is Italian herb
h is cooking wine
i is vegetable oil
j is icing sugar
k is almond extract
l is lemon juice
m is white wine
n is sizimi
o is soy sauce
p is vinegar
q is rice vinegar
r is red wine
s is mirin
t is ground pepper
u is sesame
v is nampra
w is curry powder
x is baking powder
y is la-yu
z is cinnamon

colours

whereishere

celebration of meaninglessness